Disoriented and disjoint,
Mornings are when I snap.

Multi-layered thoughts,
Complex, myriad and dysfunctional,
craving for the elixir of serenity.

Addiction clouds the brain,
I see no respite.

Long days, no salvation,
Restless me, straying thoughts.

Fatal obsession - they are - the Queens.
Every moment, every breath,
every atom craves for the touch, the voice,
the proximity, the culmination.

Addiction clouds the mind.
I see no end.